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Ahhh, secret desires. We all have them, whether we admit it to ourselves or not. It doesn't matter who you are, rich or poor. Or where you live, or what you do. We all secretly desired something, or often someone. Ross's secret desires, his yearnings he held close to his heart. But now that he's been seeing Tippa, he's illuminating. Now, he knows who he wants and what he wants to be. Ross has secretly desired something far different from the picture his parents painted for him of marriage. Pulls his car up to the curb outside Tippa's apartment door. They managed to experience another sweet date. Every night for the past six weeks has been amazing for Ross courting Tippa.Ross went to the other side of the car to open the door for his lady. As she stepped out, he stood in front of her, leaning against the inside of the open car door, protecting Tippa from the cold night air. Ross tells Tippa, "I enjoy you," he whispered as his head lowered to align with hers."Thanks, I've been enjoy
The anticipation of picking up Tippa again tonight. Ross pulls his car up to the curb outside Tippa's job at Royal. He stands out front looking like a tall drink of something delicious, leaning against the inside of the open car door. Ross always has sexy music playing with the volume turned up in his ride. Once again, after work, they have been managing to experience a sweet date night. Every night for the past six weeks has been amazing for Ross, courting Tippa. She walks up to him standing there with the car door open.“Hi, how was your day?” Tippa asked.“Perfect, now that I’m seeing you.”Tippa sighs, smiling, “what am I going to do with you?”He pulls her close, taking her in his arms. “Love me more.”“It’s impossible not to. She flicks her eyes up at him making him melt as he studies her lips and shape of her mouth. “Ross, speaking of love. It’s been a minute since you mentioned this proposition you have for me. What is it? I’ve tried to be patient, but now I’m just feeling
Tippa's eyes were barely open as she responded to the early morning phone call she received. "Hmmm. I am now. What time is it?" "It's 7 am. I know it's early, but I couldn't wait any longer to hear your voice.""You're spoiling me, Ross. I'm not used to this." Tippa laughs softly."This is only the beginning. One day, I'll be serving you a hot cup of coffee and breakfast in bed, with a side of me." Tippa smiles happily. "That gives me comfort just thinking about it. Are you growing impatient with my pace for this relationship?" "Honestly, yes. I can't wait. I was thinking this morning that I would enjoy being married to you." "Is that a proposal?" Her eyes flicked open fully."How would you feel if it was…?""I don’t know, so let’s not joke about this, Ross. I haven't even met your family yet, and you haven't met mine. I don’t know what either would think, but I have some ideas, and it isn’t good. Your parents would be upset! With you running off marrying a girl like me?" She sai
Running toward the front door frantically, Tippa searched her pants pocket for her cell phone, which was not near her. Then she heard her bedroom door open slowly. Her attacker emerged from the bedroom. She yelled as she heard the door creak open and footsteps begin approaching. “You stay away from me! I’m calling the police!” Tippa threatened her would-be attacker. He spoke, leaving Tippa utterly confused as she heard a familiar voice say to her.“Tip, honey, calm down. Baby, it's me, Ross.”“Ross! Ross, Who?!" she said, telling him, "Stop walking and stay where you are!" "Okay, I think it would help if you could see my face, baby. But I stay here. I'm Ross Kincaid your boyfriend, I just talked to you on the phone as you were on your way home from work."Tippa let out a sigh of relief. She could recognize his voice now, and what he said was true; she had just hung up from talking to him."Ross! What on earth are you doing here?""Do I have permission to come to you?" "Yes!" Tippa
It was a day in September, a day that Tippa will never forget. She had been warned, and you know what they say when you don’t heed warnings: A hard head makes for a very soft and sore behind. Tippa Wilson had no idea how far her fiancé’s parents would go to stop her from marrying their son. She and her family had been threatened. They have caused Tippa to lose her job. She was offered bribes of a large sum of money to end their engagement and disappear. But she never imagined they would go even further on the wedding day. “I was surprised and happy at first when I realized it was my fiancé’s mother at my apartment door. She came unannounced, and of course, I was nervous. I wasn’t appropriately dressed for her visit. I wore jeans and a T-shirt, and my hair was a mess; I tried to quickly make myself look presentable with no success. So, I reluctantly invited her in. You could feel her air of importance. I knew I was being judged, as she hesitated to step across the door sill as if I
Tippa’s move from her home city, New Orleans, to the Big Apple was bittersweet. Having to sell her family's house, car, and furniture was all very challenging and has been difficult. It's just so much stuff her parents have accumulated in a marriage of 25 years. But eventually, everything falls into place. Tippa finally got a buyer for the house; she never imagined she would get so emotional about selling the house. It's been her only home for over 20 years. Finally, she realizes that it's no longer going to be hers in two weeks, as she sits at the table with tears in her eyes. So, she packed her bags and moved to a place where she had family. To cheer herself up, Tippa thought. “I’ve always been fascinated with the Big Apple.” But things weren't quite how she had imagined they would be. Her family was fantastic. Living with her dad's brother, her uncle and auntie, and cousins Julia and Ricky, they were very welcoming and supportive. But admittedly, it was different from where she
The young man was a breathing, walking, stunning attraction, and very real, "I sure hope I see him again," Tippa uttered snickering.But time went by, and Tippa had drawn the conclusion she would never see the guy again. People weren’t very friendly they barely spoke to one another. Outside of Ms. Lauren, she was the only nice, polite person, and you could hardly call her friendly. It was tough because people are usually drawn to Tippa’s bubbly personality and friendliness. In the two months she has been here, not one person has been friendly; they all are polite, and that’s it. Tippa thought it was the saddest thing she’d ever seen but the pay was, as Ms. Lauren had stated, very good. And in just another month Tippa will be moving to her own apartment not too far from her job. It was a Friday evening and Tippa had worked overtime preparing to leave the third floor in the building. Students were leaving the campus, it was around 6 pm. The backstory to the second encounter:It was a
It's been a few weeks since Tippa saw the handsome young man who was so kind but yet should be avoided at all costs. The two brief encounters implanted in her interest, and she secretly hoped to see him again. She never forgot his name and that gorgeous smile. Every few days, Tippa would repeat his name in her mind “Ross.” Just in case she ran into him again, she wanted to say it like she was familiar with him. But she had no intentions of going any further than that. It took her forever to find this good-paying job, and she wasn’t about to lose it over some guy. So, if she ran into Ross, she knew she was going to be polite like everyone else, and that’s it. Tippa was supposed to have the weekend off, she had planned to move into her new apartment this Saturday. She got up early so she could fix her hair and makeup to her liking. Even though it was cool outside, she wanted to style her hair in a way that would be convenient. When she thought about how hot it could get when you're bu